I don't own the music of West Side Story, I don't know who does but someone out there does. Also I don't own that thingy when Michael goes "Can we just be frank here" and Mia replies with "Your not Frank, your Michael". That's from my favourite book of all time (excluding Princess Diaries, of course!) LBD: It's a Girl Thing by Grace Dent.
Wednesday, 17th September, algebra
Wow! Mr. Gianini must be in one bad mood because he just gave us a load of homework. Damn I might not get to admit my "undying love" for Michael tonight because he'll be too busy helping me with my homework. What a pity.
Wednesday, 17th September, home
Ok, Michael's going to be here any moment now, ok, I am going to tell him, not just quite sure how, I'm sure I'll do what feels right. Oh, there's the door, better go and get it.
Wednesday, 17th September, home
Michael kissed me. I did not kiss him, he kissed me. Anyway, here's what happened. I finished off my last diary entry when he rang the doorbell. Well, when I answered it, he took me up in my arms and started kissing me with so much passion that I thought I might melt. He drove me to LA where we got married and now I'm on my honeymoon in the Ice Hotel in Greenland. Ok, maybe that's not quite what happened. What really happened is. I invited him in, just like last week, nothing seemed different. I'd totally freaked out just before he came though, I know I sounded calm but I was just trying to convince myself I was going to tell him but I wasn't really. Anyway, we sat down to do my algebra homework and we were just working away, me making a complete and utter fool of myself as usual going totally wrong. But we just laughed at my mistakes while Michael corrected them. Wow, I actually learnt something for once today! Anyway, once we'd finished the work I went into the kitchen to get us some drinks. Once I brought them into the sitting room I put them on the coffee table and all of a sudden Michael whispered out my name, I turned to him where he was sitting beside me on the sofa and said "Yes?" And then he just took my face in his hands and started kissing me. At first I didn't react to him because I was so shocked. Was this really happening, was Michael Moscovitz actually kissing me? It didn't take me that long to realise that yes he was! So I did what any normal person would do when the person they really like is kissing them, I started kissing him back. Wow, were there sparks or what? My brain just started melting, my whole body was melting, thank god I was sitting on the couch or I'd have collapsed. After what seemed like an eternity Michael pulled away, muttering, "Oh shit". What? He didn't mean to do that? I just had the best few moments of my life and the only person who helped me to achieve this is swearing about what a mistake it was. God must run.
This toilet is quite comfortable. Really it is. I must not cry. Must not cry. Uh, I can hear Michael leaving. He couldn't even be bothered saying anything to me after what happened. Oh, that wasn't Michael leaving that was my dear mother coming home. Shit, I'm going to have to come out. Actually, I'll just stay here and listen to what my dear mummy is saying to the love of my life. Oops, I never told mum that Michael comes over on Wednesday's to help me, oh, now I remember she doesn't actually doesn't know who is he. Oopsies. I hope she puts him through torture, maybe she'll call Lars and tell him there's a stranger her who's waiting for me to come home so he can murder me because he doesn't agree that I'm suitable princess material and it will be my fault when the world economies collapse. Oh, I'm starting to ramble on, am I not?
Ok, it might be safe to leave while my mother is here. Michael will not be able to apologise for whatever mistake he made, oh yeah he kissed me. The biggest mistake a guy could ever make.
Wednesday, 17th September, home
I just IM'd Tina and told her all about what happened. Here's what I told her:
FtLouie: Heya. How are you?
Iluvromance: I'm fine. You? How did your afternoon go with Michael?
FtLouie: Really badly.
Iluvromance: What? You told him right?
FtLouie: Not quite, but he now knows I like him.
Iluvromance: What are you on about?
FtLouie: He kissed me.
Iluvromance: I told you he liked you! Wait, why's that bad?
FtLouie: Well, when he pulled away he said shit. Unless something has changed, shit is a word used by people when they've done something wrong, e.g. Michael kissing me.
Iluvromance: He probably said that because he didn't want you to know that he likes you. He probably was just thinking that it was probably a big mistake because he'd just kissed you without meaning to. But deep down he had meant it because he likes you and he couldn't help but just taking you in his hands and being close to you.
FtLouie: Yes, but I kissed him back.
Iluvromance: He probably thought you were being polite because you're a nice person and that's the kind of thing you'd do.
FtLouie: Oh thanks, that makes me feel so much better.
God, I still feel terrible. Sadly mum did not call Lars, when I re-entered the room he just went "Ok, see you tomorrow Mia" and left. Mum gave me the eye. ""Who was that?" she asked, "Just a friend helping me with my algebra, also Lilly's older brother". "Oh, he's hot". My mum can be so weird sometimes. Yeah I know that Michael's hot but I do not need my 30 something year old mother telling me that.
Oh look, someone's just IM'd me. Oh, it's Michael. Will I answer him? Yeah I'd better I don't want him to start thinking me as rude as him. Really who says shit after kissing someone?
CracKing: Hello?
FtLouie: Hello
CracKing: How are you?
FtLouie: Fine
CracKing: Look I'm sorry what happened earlier. I didn't mean it to happen; well I did but not like that.
WHAT? Did I just read that incorrectly or did I just read that Michael meant to kiss me, like Tina said earlier?
FtLouie: What? You meant to kiss me?
CracKing: Well, not like that.
FtLouie: Oh, what do you mean?
CracKing: Look Mia, lets be frank here.
FtLouie: Your not Frank your Michael.
CracKing: Ok, lets be serious then. Mia if you do not feel the same as me, just ignore what I'm about to say and pretend I never said it because I don't want to ruin what we already have. Mia, I really like you. Earlier, I just couldn't help but kiss you, watching you all afternoon was just too much for me, I just had to do something about my feelings for you. Oh god, why am I saying this?
Right now I am feeling serious deja vu! Michael has just repeated Tina practically.
FtLouie: Michael, I like you too. That's why I kissed you back.
CracKing: You do? I thought you just kissed me back because you were being polite.
FtLouie: No I wasn't being polite.
CracKing: Do you want to go out with me sometime?
FtLouie: Love to. I really have to go to sleep now, talk to you tomorrow.
CracKing: xxx. These are for you. Only if you want them.
I feel pretty,
oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
any girl who isn't me tonight.
Oh, I'm so happy, how am I going to go to sleep now? I know, I'll think of Michael. Oh no wait what is Lilly going to say? Wait does this mean Michael and I are going out now? What does this mean? Help me; I'm going crazy here.
Thursday, 19th September, French
Tina won't stop reminding me how right she was last night. It's starting to get a bit annoying. It was funny at first but now I know how right she was and I'm so glad that she was right! I wonder when Michael's going to ask me out. Where will we go? Will it feel like a real date because we were already friends beforehand? I want to go out for dinner. Really romantic. Candles. Moon. Spooning dessert into Michael's mouth as we gaze lovingly into each other's eyes across the table. Ok, that's not going to happen. A girl can dream can't she?
Our parent teacher consultation's are tomorrow. I think I remembered to give mum the letter we had to give to our parents. I don't think the teachers will have anything bad to say except Mr. Gianini, I can imagine him saying to her; "Mia has many problems with her algebra but it doesn't help with her getting someone else to do her homework for her." It has to be obvious, all of a sudden I'm doing really well in my homework and I think my grades are starting to pick up as well, maybe Michael helping me is doing some good.
Thursday, 19th September, home
Michael just IM'd me and asked me if I wanted to go out to see a film on Friday night. Looks like Tina's not the only one with a date this Friday night. Ok, she's going out to dinner and I'm going to the cinema. But then again, I don't want more; I'll be with Michael, that's all that matters. And anyway if we were to go out for dinner it would probably make the newspapers on Saturday morning. "PRINCESS AMELIA LOOKING COMFY WITH NATIVE NEW YORKER". Michael doesn't seem the kind of guy to try and impress the press (Look, I'm starting to rhyme, I'm a poet and I know it!).
Thursday, 19th September, home
Oops. I'm in deep dodo. Well not really. I just feel like I should be. I just got off the phone after talking to Lilly. She just called me to see if I wanted to do something on Friday night seeing that Tina's going out with Dave on Friday and Shameeka's busy as well. I felt really bad saying no. She even thought it was a bit weird me being busy seeing that the three of them are my only real friends in New York. She asked was it my grandmere but when I told her I had a date she went all nosey and questiony (is that a word?!) asking who I was going out with. I really didn't want to tell her but after her pestering me for ages I mumbled "Michael".
"WHAT?" was all I could here, can Lilly hear everything that's said?
"Umm, yeah, he's this guy...Lilly are you there?" no answer. She hasn't hung up...wait I can hear a door slamming in the background...I really should hang up, I can hear Lilly shouting at someone. Wait that's probably Michael she's shouting at. What have I done?
"Mia, why are you going out with that dork?"
"What dork?" I could hear one of Lilly's famous sighs. "My brother you stupid."
"Lilly, I don't want to ruin our friendship and if you really don't want me to go out with Michael, I won't". What am I saying? I don't want to jeopardise my friendship with Lilly but I really like Michael and I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night.
"No, it's ok. I'm not close to Michael, we just happen to live in the same house and our DNA matches, they're the only two things we have in common." Good, I can still look forward to tomorrow night. "What time are you going out with him tomorrow night?"
"Not till 8" I replied. Poor Lilly, all alone by herself tomorrow night, I wonder what Boris is doing.
"Do you want to come over before you go out?" wow she must be desperate.
"Well I'll need to get ready but why don't you come over and help me pick out my outfit?"
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow".
That arises another problem, what am I going to wear? I could wear one of those dresses grandmere bought me when she came over. I'm sure I wouldn't attract any attention wearing one of those at a cinema on a Friday night in New York.
Friday, 20th September, bio
I feel so bad. I'm not really one for being mean to someone. Kenny just asked me if I wanted to do something with him tomorrow. But even I know when you've over-stepped the line so I was just really kind to him and said that I all ready had a boyfriend. He seemed really disappointed, poor guy.
I can't wait till tonight though. I know it will be really special compared to all the other dates I've been on before. Out of the 3 guys I've gone out with before, 2 of them were after my money and the other one I actually liked! His name was George. He was tall, thin, messy brown hair, dark brown eyes. Now that I think of it he sounds exactly like Michael. He was the only normal guy I went out with. I met him in a club that Claude and myself went to one night in Monaco. That was such a good night. George was playing with the band that was playing in the group. Wow, this is getting scary how much he's like Michael but I know what the difference is between them. George thinks about himself, Michael cares about everyone else. He's so nice, why does he like me though? I'm abnormally tall, abnormally flat chested and have blond hair that sticks out in every direction except down. He could have anyone he wanted, I'm sure there's loads of girls who go for good-looking guys in bands. Especially since he's a senior. Wait that means he's going to college next year. I wonder what college he's going to.
Ok, that's all for the moment. I'm going on holidays for 3 weeks on Monday so I don't know when I'll be able to update next. Please keep reviewing though. xxx